Bad News/Good News

Two very important things in the last 24 hours.

Bad news first: Very sad, my best friend in the whole world (yes, as high up if not higher than Teetz) passed away Sunday night. I can't bring myself to say the 'd' word. My dog, my peek-a-poo (that's part Pekanese, part Poodle) my Teddy B. passed away Sunday night at the age of 15 and a half. It's weird, knowing that nest time I go home, he won't be there. He was mine the moment we walked into the pet store - I just knew he was The One. He was only three weeks at the time, and we couldn't take him til he was at least six, but he was mine from the start and he went everywhere with me. I taught him to shake paws, to give hugs, to fetch and lay down. He loved having his picture taken. He could be on the complete opposite side of the house and hear you pop the lens cap off the camera. He'd always come running, and sit at your feet or follow you around until you finally gave in and took his picture. He was in my senior pictures with me and I am so thankful, now more than ever, that I decided to have him with me. The picture is perfect. He loved my cousin Aley's stuffed Barney doll. She was born about a year and a few months after we got him, and of course Barney was all the rage then. He'd constantly steal the doll from her and when she was old enough, roughly around two or so, she'd take it back, we'd wash it a million times, give it back...only for Teddy to steal it again the next day. By age three Aley gave up and conceded that Barney in fact, belonged to Teddy. They buried the doll with him yesterday. In the end in eyesight went and so did his hearing, but never his sense of smell. Every time I went home, when I opened the door he was ALWAYS waiting for me at the top of the stairs, he just knew somehow that it was me. I didn't get to see him the last time I was home, in August, for my Grandpa's surprise birthday party and that makes me so sad. I wish I could have been there with him on Sunday night and held him. I hope he remembered how much I loved him. I hope he knew, even though I wasn't there to say goodbye.

Sorry, after that I don't really even feel like talking about my good news...it seems very pointless.